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Thursday, October 13, 2016

Eleven Miles of Night: Reading #118:

The Jenkins’ house now more than a mile behind him, Jason tried with all his might to refocus, to get back into the groove of filmmaking. Several times he had to stop at the edge of the road and steady himself.

It must be delayed shock setting in, he surmised. He looked up at the moon, the glowing orb in which he had been sure that he had seen a sinister face tonight. Then he looked away, terrified that the Man in the Moon would grimace back at him with red glowing eyes....